Resonance

She just needed someone to play her,
to brush the dust off her keys and let them feel something warm again,
to shake slumber from her deepest chords with the resonance of music she was born to make,
but can hardly remember now…
She just needs someone to play her.
to sit down and run their fingers along her cracking ivories
and through the tremulous touch of their tips,
whisper to her that she is still beautiful.

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